Nick Routledge@nick_routledge

1/33 Before the Word, a child’s postcard from a boat on Lake Dal. Some awakenings take root like trees. In medieval #Kashmir, one such root, weaving heaven and soil, split stone. Radically local, its spirit is not memory. Prophetically global, it was a seed. A praxis for now. 🧵

Postcard, clearly old, Indian stamps, with sticker reading, ‘By Airmail, Par Avion’ [with Hindi equivalent]. partially covering text. Text written in child’s hand.

Dear Mum,
As you…postcard, Dad…safely in Kashmir…it gently…INTERESTING [flight] by aeroflot. I was seated next to two old Russian women, whose smell and obesity forced me to hang out of my seat into the corridor for the whole flight. Anyways, now for Kashmir! The scenery here is unbelieveable, and the weather is great. Since we’re moored on a large lake, I have been swimming quite frequently. I have also  tried my hand at water skiing. I was up after 4 goes, and I can now ski reasonably well.
See you soon,
all my love,
Nick

Mrs. P.A. Routledge
8, Broadwater Way,
Horning
Norwich
Norfolk
NR12 8PD
GB
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Postcard, clearly old, Indian stamps, with sticker reading, ‘By Airmail, Par Avion’ [with Hindi equivalent]. partially covering text. Text written in child’s hand. Dear Mum, As you…postcard, Dad…safely in Kashmir…it gently…INTERESTING [flight] by aeroflot. I was seated next to two old Russian women, whose smell and obesity forced me to hang out of my seat into the corridor for the whole flight. Anyways, now for Kashmir! The scenery here is unbelieveable, and the weather is great. Since we’re moored on a large lake, I have been swimming quite frequently. I have also tried my hand at water skiing. I was up after 4 goes, and I can now ski reasonably well. See you soon, all my love, Nick Mrs. P.A. Routledge 8, Broadwater Way, Horning Norwich Norfolk NR12 8PD GB

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Quoted by@NatureSchoolSU @WifeMamaHome @RizomaSchool 20/ The spell-break isn't mere epistemological correction but consciousness returning to itself through flesh. Presence ceases to be rumor and becomes relation. What we call "relocalization" is parousia made concrete—eyes that meet, bread that is shared, wounds that are tended.